Livia
"Oh," Livia gasped, pulling Sula Khan's slick cock from her mouth, then swallowing it again. "Oh, gods."
Her new master seemed to be well enjoying her performance. She was giving him what he expected -- hostility, followed by reluctant acceptance and now, growing passion at the realization that she was truly his plaything. And, of course, her inevitable delight at the prospect.
Certainly it was what Sula Khan expected. What he didn't know was that, in reality, he needed it.
He needed devotion. Otherwise, there was nothing.
"Gods," she gasped again, and began to rub Sula's cock across her face, slick with her own saliva. "Gods, it's beautiful."
He pulled her head away and fixed her with his dark gaze, holding her face between his hands.
"You sit here now," he said.
***
She had to admit he was good with his mouth. She'd come once, and now was working on a second as the wizard stroked gently at her labia, then moved to her clitoris with a pointed tongue. She groaned deeply, feeling the tremors spread across her thighs and into her belly, and resisted the urge to reach out and stroke Sula's head and press it harder against her mound.
No. I'll not give him that. Let him think I'm still holding back. Let him want more from me.
"See, my little one?" he asked, breathily. "I can be generous as well."
"Yes," she murmured, voice tight with anticipation. "Yes, you can, my wizard."
That certainly triggered something. He smiled and returned to her clit and lips, licking harder and with greater intensity.
Oh, yes, she thought feverishly as orgasm swept her. Yes, think that it just slipped out. That your power and skill has begun to overcome me, that now you are "my" wizard... Oh, yes...
And it was almost true. Almost. Had he been less of a complete prick, gods only knew, she might actually have liked him. She might actually have enjoyed this.
Oh gods, she thought painfully. I am enjoying this. I despise this bastard, but I'm enjoying it.
Narisha
Things had moved on at a fevered pace. Now the seed of both younger minotaurs dripped from Narisha's face and breasts and the two creatures sat on the floor, staring intently, their cocks still hard.
Narisha herself was on her hands and knees now, her chains clinking as she pressed her buttocks backwards, feeling the heavy, thick, knobbed organ of the elder minotaur slammed repeatedly into her. He gripped her hips in a hard, bruising grip, pulling her along, each impact shivering through her hips and belly.
She couldn't form words at this point, but only cried out loudly as the great cock plunged deeply inside her, pressing into the deepest parts of her cunt. She had come the moment that the creature's organ touched her outer lips, and now she seemed to convulse and contract with each stroke. She felt her juices gushing from her cunt, dripping down her legs, joining with the sweat, spittle and semen that already covered her.
This was how it was with her -- rational thought was swept away. Everything was for the moment. All that mattered was the cock that pounded into her, filling her cunt, powering orgasm after orgasm. The world was a cyclone of sweat, moans, cock, spit, cum and cunt. The endless haze of passion tore away anything else, including thoughts of crew and lovers...
She felt the inevitable tightening and strained bellow of the minotaur as he continued to fuck her, the heavy thick organ almost spitting her in half.
She wanted it. She wanted more. She wanted to feel it, feel the creature's cum cascading across her.
She fell forward and before the minotaur could react she rose to her knees and turned, seizing the slick cock in her hands.
"Come," she gasped. "Come on me. Come all over me."
The minotaur cried out, its bellow deeper and longer than either of the other two. A wave of white semen shot across her, sopping her cheeks, her hair, her lips, her chin. Another orgasm exploded from Narisha's loins and she fell back, feeling the hot gush of cum continue, streaking her breasts and belly as the minotaur stroked himself along. The flood subsided for a moment, but the creature groaned again and another, less prodigious mass of cum splashed her belly and thighs.
Abruptly Narisha realized that the other two minotaurs had indeed regained their erections and now stood on either side of her, stroking themselves as their leader's orgasms finally subsided.
"Both of you," she whispered, rubbing the rich mixture of fluids across her lips and breasts. "Come again. Come on me."
Another burst of cum shot from the younger minotaur. Most of it dribbled into Narisha's open mouth, the rest dripping out across her fevered crimson flesh. An instant later, the second minotaur came across her breasts, thick clots of white sliding down and dripping from red skin and blue-black nipples. As they did, Narisha stroked herself to yet another orgasm.
Narisha sighed. "Thank you," she breathed, feeling her heart beat begin to subside.
She looked at the eldest minotaur and smiled, feeling cum drip from her lips. She pointed to the chain sunk into a heavy iron staple in the far wall.
"Care to remove that for me?" she asked, sweetly.
Wulf
They were down to one each now. Each nymph lay on her stomach at my side, and each in turn took my cock in her mouth, letting it slide inside, then releasing it to her sister's attentions.
I wasn't sure whether the contest was to make me come, or to see how long they could keep me on the brink; so far it seemed like the latter, and I was in a feverish and nearly-delirious state, gasping and moaning with each touch of lip and tongue and mouth.
I felt lost in a haze of lust and pleasure, even though my fear and concern for the crew and my friends continued to simmer deep in my mind, lost and distant in the fog, but not forgotten. For the moment, however, time seemed to stop and I floated in a strange and pleasurable nether-world of mouths and tongues, breasts and soft flesh, cunts and thighs.
Time was a blur. By the time I was able to focus again we had moved, and I was fucking First -- or perhaps it was Second -- from behind while her mouth and tongue were busy between Second's -- First's? -- thighs. Second accepted her ministrations, legs spread, hands busy, one twined in Second's hair, the other squeezing her own nipple as she counted.
"Five... oh, oh, sister... Six... Almost... my turn... Seven... Eight... Yes, let him fuck me now..."
They changed placed nimbly, First kneeling in front of me, presenting her small but shapely buttocks. Second lay back as her sister pressed her thighs apart and began to delicately nibble and lick at the wet greenish flesh of her cunt lips.
First paused and looked back at me.
"Seven now, I think," she said. "Are you getting closer?"
I nodded and didn't reply. My capacity for language had flown away along with every other rational thought. I began to stroke my cock against her wet lips and after a moment, pressed inside her, pulling her hips back against me.